#so much alcohol poisoning as i tried to fit in with those people too XD

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Oooh I love this ask game! So cool to see people’s handwriting 😁

🌟 what is something you’ve been proud of recently?

🔥 what kind of kid were you in high school?

Thanks for the ask, Kate :D From this ask game.

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Knight In Black Leather

Pairings: Punk!Tom x Reader (I saw this edit and couldn’t help myself) 

Summary: When Tom sees Y/N getting harassed by a guy who looks like he has far from good intentions, he decides to step in. 

Warnings: Drugs (implication of date rape drugs), Implication of intention to rape, Fighting, Vomit, More cursing than usual for my fics, Tom being an absolutely sickeningly sweet gentleman

Word Count: 4400

A/N: This is strictly self-indulgent if I’m being honest. The whole creepy guy trying to be rape-y and getting beat up for it is actually something that did happen to me at a concert and I’m just fantasizing about punk!Tom being the guy who beat him up so I’m sorry if the details are weirdly specific XD. Also, Tom being protective and fighting but then a 10/10 gentleman is just something I NEED in my life like right now. I’m not even sorry this is so self-indulgent

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Music blared in your ears, making your very soul rumble with the weight of the bass and the crashing drums blaring over the numerous speakers around the room. Lights strobed all around the room, illuminating your face when it passed over you. Bodies were everywhere and, even though you weren’t in the mosh pit, people were still close to you in every proximity, just not ramming into your full force back here. 

“Dude, I’m so fucking excited!” Your best friend Lillia yelled into your ear as the opening acts played. “I can’t believe you actually won tickets to see our favorite band play! I mean, who actually wins those things?” 

The giddy smile on your face hadn’t disappeared since you pulled into the parking lot, “Apparently, I do now!” 

“You should start calling in on those ones that pass out money!” She yelled back with a laugh. 

This girls night was much needed. Both of your jobs had been kicking your asses lately, what had started as a job you were actually excited about starting gradually becoming more and more soul sucking. When you heard your favorite band was playing in town and the local radio station was giving out two free tickets, you couldn’t help but call in. Not that you expected anything of it, of course, but when the hosts’ voices began congratulating you on the other end, you couldn’t stop thanking them. 

Now you and Lillia were in the dark venue that already smelled like sweat, your boots sticking to the ground with spilled alcohol with every step. Both of you were dressed ready to kill. You wore distressed black stockings beneath your black shorts, paired with a black crop top and your favorite boots. Your eyes were painted dark and sultry. A few bracelets dangled around your wrists and your hair was tricked out just how you liked it for concerts. It felt refreshing to finally be able to be like this again. You’d been forced into looking professional for work and then on your days off, you were too tired or busy to get all dressed up. Looking like this, you felt like a million dollars. 

As the second opening act went on, you noticed Lillia gradually start to turn greener and greener every time you glanced over at her. Her energy was quickly draining and her initial giddy jumpiness had turned into a sluggish grip on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” You asked, turning to your friend with a concerned expression. 

Her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes rolled a little as she swallowed hard. You were expecting something, a head roll or shake, but her hand came to cover her mouth and, without warning, she took off up the short stairs and ran to the bathroom, bumping into people all along the way. 

You snapped into action, following her, apologizing to everyone she’d ran into in her desperate attempt to find the toilet. By the time you made it, she had already crashed to her knees at the front of the white porcelain seat and heaved the contents of her stomach into it. You grimaced at the sounds, trying your best to not breathe through your nose, but leaned over to gather her hair out of her face for her. 

“You alright?” You asked her once she finally stopped heaving, sitting on the tile ground and leaning back against the stall. A slightly disgusted look crossed your face when you watched her bare hands touch the nasty public bathroom floor, covered in who knew what. 

She shook her head, “I think I got food poisoning. I tried some new place for lunch after work today.” 

“Oh shit. Do you want to head home?” You asked, heart falling a little at the prospect. You wanted so badly to stay here but her health was more important than some concert. 

Again, Lillia shook her head, struggling to stand up. You reached down to help her up. “You stay. I’ll head back to my place.” 

“What? No! I don’t want to leave you alone when you’re feeling this crappy. We can leave, it’s not that big of a deal. We’ll catch the next concert.” You insisted, already reaching for her keys that you were holding onto in your pocket. 

Lillia made her way out of the stall and to the sink to rinse her mouth out, looking back up to you after she spit, “Really, I don’t want to ruin your night. Besides, you don’t need to spend all night watching me puke my brains out.” 

You stopped and thought for a minute. Thankfully, she didn’t live too far away and you could always stop by after to make sure she was alright. “Okay, fine. I’ll take an Uber or something. Call me if you need anything, okay?” 

Lillia looked at you apologetically, taking her keys from your hand, “I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. Have enough fun for the both of us.” You walked her to the front door before watching her leave (well, actually, she ran out the front door in a desperate search for the nearest trash can). Security stopped you from helping her, telling you that if you left, you’d be denied re-entry. After she was done puking again, she held up a weak thumbs up to you and wobbled off towards the parking garage. 

With a heavy sigh, you turned around and went back to the main floor, grabbing an overpriced bottle of water on the way. The other headlining band had begun to play while Lillia was busy emptying her stomach in the bathroom but you didn’t mind much. They weren’t who you came to see. You only knew a few of their songs, singing the ones you knew and just headbanging to the ones you didn’t. 

Suddenly, there was a big crash against your body and you flinched immediately defensive, especially when the person kept jumping practically on your toes. You stumbled a few inches over before looking over, clearly annoyed at the man who was jumping up and down. You made eye contact with him and threw your hands up, the message clear: What the fuck is your problem? 

He had a big smile on his face as he was clearly oblivious to the inconvenience he’d caused you. “Hey! You want this? My friend was supposed to meet me here but didn’t so now I have this extra drink!” He yelled to you, extending a clear plastic cup of what looked like beer to you. When your eyes trailed down to the bottom, though, you noticed it looked hazy, almost like there was something dissolving in it. 

Your eyes immediately went back to his face, trying to carve into your memory what he looked like. His hair was short and brown, his pale skin had a few divots from what you could only assume were acne scars. His clothes were loose and baggy. In all honesty, he looked out of place amongst all the metalheads, goths, punks, and other alternative people. A Vanilla Ice concert looked like it would have been more fitting for him and his bright red apparel. But what stood out to you most was the way his pupils were blown wide, almost as wide as his iris. It was apparent this man was on something. You didn’t know what it was but you could tell by how clear his eyes were that it wasn’t marijuana. 

“No!” You hollered back, turning away from the man and returning your attention to the band. 

“Awe, c’mon, sweetheart! It’s gonna go to waste and beer here is fucking expensive.” He whined, waving it out in front of your face. 

“Then why don’t you drink it?” You tested, eyebrow raising in a clear challenge. He was quickly getting on your nerves and you were feeling uneasy.

He laughed and shook his head, “Nah, this is some hipster shit that my friend liked. Miller Lite for me all the way. C’mon, just take the drink. Who turns down a free drink?” He swayed in a terrible attempt at some confident walk towards you, his free hand coming to rest on your elbow.

“People not trying to get drugged and raped, weirdo. Fuck off!” You shoved him back harshly by the chest, the open beer splashing a little onto his red shirt. 

He looked like he couldn’t even bother to be upset by the action, an oblivious smile never leaving his face, “Okay, okay! Geez! I’m only trying to be friendly. No need to be a bitch.” 

You rolled your eyes, the urge to lay this douchebag out here and now overwhelming. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction though, Clearly, he wasn’t in a right state of mind. It was no excuse for how he was acting but you didn’t want to get any more involved. The best thing to do was to probably find a security guard and just let them know you were 99% sure there was a guy trying to roofie you and get his ass thrown out. 

When you didn’t respond, the guy got annoyed, thriving off the attention you were giving him. He reached out for your wrist when you moved a few feet away and your eyes immediately snapped to where his skin connected with yours. With a harsh snap of your wrist, you ripped it from his grip and shoved him with all your might, “Are you fucking stupid? I said fuck off!” 

The guy stumbled back this time, almost falling to the ground but he caught himself. Again, he took a few steps towards you and this time you were ready to swing. Enough of trying to be nice. This guy had deserved to have his shit rocked a while back and you were ready to oblige. 

Suddenly, a new guy stepped between the two of you, his large hand coming out to smack into the drugged out guy’s chest. “She said fuck off, buddy.” The British accent that left his lips surprised you and you stepped to the side to see the man who was standing up for you. 

You couldn’t hear what the drugged out guy had said over the pounding music but you could see his mouth move. The new mystery man’s jaw clenched though at whatever the words were and in a second he had thrown his right fist straight into the guy’s face. The offending suspicious beer flew in the air, splattering all over your clothes. 

You gasped in shock more than anything as the creep was on the ground being assaulted by this new British man. “Holy shit!” You exclaimed, stepping towards the brawling pair, trying to get your brain to work fast enough to think of something to do. Anything. 

The last thing you wanted to do was help the creep but you also felt bad that this new guy had gotten involved, though it was entirely by his own volition. You were nearly standing over the pair, hands itching to pull the British man off but not quite wanting to. If anything, it was more for his own sake. You wanted to protect the man who had stepped up to be your knight in… black leather. 

Before you actually made up your mind on what to do, the assaulting man had pulled back, grabbing the creep by his shirt and shoving him roughly towards the exit. “Come back and I’ll make sure you leave in a fucking ambulance.” He threatened menacingly, pointing a finger at him. 

Everyone else in the surrounding area looked over at the guy, shouting profanities and pushing him out of the main floor having seen everything go down. The drugged out man had a busted eyebrow and his nose was bleeding. He sniffled a little before throwing two middle fingers in the new man’s direction. The new man to your left only snorted a little and returned the sentiment. When the bloodied loser took a step towards the pair of you again, a massive man with long wavy brown hair and a beard to match, looking like he listened exclusively to Slipknot and Metallica, put an impressively muscular arm out to stop him, shoving him back. No words needed to be exchanged. The bloody man knew he’d been beat. With a disgruntled look, he turned on his heel and left. 

You let out a breath you hadn’t been aware you were holding, heart pounding in your chest from the pure exhilaration. “Are you okay?” You gently touched the British man’s arm, grabbing his attention. 

Your heart could have stopped when you actually got a good look at him. Not too tall but you could see his lean muscular frame beneath his loose black muscle tank top. Tattoos adorned almost every inch of skin you could see, covering his arms and torso. Relatively small black gauges stretched his lobes and small metal bars looped through his right eyebrow and the left side of his lower lip. It was difficult to see in the ever changing lights but you were pretty sure his hair was dark blue. 

He nodded, pulling his black denim pants up over his hips after the fight. “I’m fine,” He shrugged off with a casual air, “What about you? Are you okay?” 

You ran your fingers through your hair, still ever so slightly distressed. “Yeah, yeah. I’m alright. I just- thank you. You didn’t have to jump in like that.” 

“He had it comin’. The dude was being a fuckin’ creep. Sorry you had to deal with it.” He responded coolly, watching as you sort of shrugged in response. Something told him this wasn’t the first time you’d been in an uncomfortable situation like this which made him feel sorry for you. “You here with anybody?” 

“I came with my friend but she left a little bit ago. Thinks she has food poisoning or something. What about you?” You inquired, not noticing anyone around that seemed to be linked to him in any way. 

He shook his head, “Nope. Just me. I’m Tom by the way.” Tom held his hand out, ink art trailing about halfway down the top of his hand. 

You gripped it tightly and shook it, “Y/N.” 

“Well, Y/N, if you’re here alone too, I know I wouldn’t be opposed to adopting a concert buddy.” A cheeky smile appeared on his face that you just knew you couldn’t resist. You bit your lip as you laughed at his offer. 

“I think I could use a concert buddy too.” You agreed, trying to conceal the extent of your excitement. This had to be a dream, the sort of thing that only happens in slumber and romance novels. You, a girl being nearly drugged by some freak at a concert and ready to drop his ass at a moment's notice. Tom, a man seeing a woman being harassed and stepping in. Now, the both of you finding unlikely friends and moshing the night away to your favorite music. 

Tom, you’d learned, was a perfect gentleman. That was your favorite thing about people in the heavy metal community: they were either the nicest people you’d ever meet or the rudest. You were just grateful Tom had managed to fit in the former category. 

By the time the concert had ended, you were walking together out to the parking lot, a huge smile on your face, “That was awesome! Ahhh, I needed this. Thank you for making tonight a lot less crappy. You were a great concert buddy.” You sighed out a breath of relief, walking around with loose arms and turning around to face him while you walked backwards a few steps. 

He glanced over at you once he caught up close to you, “Yeah, I had a great time. I’m glad I could help turn the night around.” The pair of you stopped walking and you found yourselves just staring at each other in teenager-like adoration. 

It had been a long time since Tom had ever actually been wowed by someone. His last girlfriend had cheated on him and he’d be lying if he’d said it hadn’t made him paranoid when it came to women. Months had passed since then, almost a year if he thought about it. Of course, he’d seen other beautiful women over that time but there was just something about you that made him willing to put himself out there again. There was a fire in your eye when he watched you shove the guy earlier and rear back, ready to knock him on his ass. At first, Tom’s attempt at valor was simply to help someone out but when he actually got the chance to see you and speak with you, he was captivated by the way the lights danced in your eyes and the way your laugh lit up the evening. 

“Do you live in town?” You asked, looking up at him with big eyes. 

He nodded, the few strands of his blue hair that hadn’t been slicked down by sweat from jumping around so much earlier bouncing around with his movement, “Yeah, ‘bout fifteen minutes from here. You?” 

“Same here. Probably about twenty minutes that way.” You gestured up the road to your left and Tom glanced up that direction as well, as if he could actually see your apartment from this distance. 

Tom rubbed the back of his neck, his biceps flexing impressively as he did so, and glanced at the ground before looking back up to you, “I had a really good time with you tonight and, uh, I was wondering if maybe you’d want to get lunch or something some time?” 

His unsurety in his invitation was endearing and you couldn’t help but smile at the way his cheeks flushed red. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’d actually love to.” 

“Really?” His eyes lit up and his lips curled upwards. 

“Yeah, really.” You repeated, “I’m off tomorrow if you’re free?” 

He thought for a moment, trying to remember his schedule, “I don’t have to go in till four so I can do lunch tomorrow.” 

“It’s a date,” You finalize, watching as Tom, “Maybe I can get your number so we can actually figure out where we want to go?” You chuckle as you pull out your phone, unlocking it and handing it to him. 

Tom takes your phone and taps in his number, his face illuminated in the night by the light of the screen. He hands it back to you and a screeching of old brakes grabs your attention. You whip your head around to see a bus pull up at a stop you hadn’t noticed across the street but you recognize the number quickly as one of the routes that stops near your house. You hadn’t intended on taking the bus but it would be a hell of a lot cheaper than an Uber. “Shit, I gotta go. I’m so sorry. But it’s been great and I’ll be sure to text you so we can get tomorrow figured out.” 

You were already walking away, looking back and forth between the bus and Tom, suddenly stressed that you were having to leave him so soon. Tom watched you, putting together that you were suddenly freaking out about missing the bus. “You didn’t drive? Do you want a ride?” 

“What? Oh, no. Really, it’s fine. You’ve already put yourself out enough for me tonight. But I’ll catch you tomorrow?” You insisted, watching as the last few people boarded the bus in slight panic. 

“Please, let me give you a ride home. I’d feel better knowing you got home safe with me rather than riding the bus alone in the city in the middle of the night. I live that way anyways.” You sighed at his persistence, conflicted by his offer. On one hand, he was a stranger, even if you did spend the last few hours with him. On the other, he had fought a man on your behalf and then been nothing but kind to you all night. You even had a date set up with him tomorrow. 

It was probably against better judgement to leave with him, clearly the stories of Ted Bundy’s victims not resonating enough with you, but you agreed, “Thank you.” You relented finally, following him when he took a few steps towards the parking garage. You trailed beside him on the trip to his car, arriving at the clean black sedan. He opened the door for you and waved his arm in a dramatic yet chivalrous gesture you couldn’t help but giggle at. 

He closed the door beside you and, just for safety’s sake, you texted Lillia while Tom walked around the car towards the driver’s side. Getting a ride home from a new friend. If I die, his name is Tom and he drives a shiny black sedan. Maybe a Honda? Blue hair, tattoos, piercings. Beautiful and British. You genuinely didn’t believe you were really in any danger - if you did, you would never have gotten in the car - but it was always better to be safe than sorry. 

You got a text back almost immediately from Lillia, a picture of her makeup-less pale face with a shocked slack jaw. Girl! WHAT?! He sounds hot! Don’t even bother coming home! (But fr if you die, I’ll let the cops know). 

The door opened and Tom slid into the driver’s seat. The drive to your house was surprisingly comfortable considering the reality that you were still strangers. You talked about the basics of your lives. How old you were, what you did for a living, where you were from, things of that nature. You’d learned he was twenty-four, from a town near London, and currently working at a bar. He listened intently as you told the premise of your life. The conversation flowed naturally, as if you’d always been friends. 

“This is it, right here.” You pointed out the window at your little house you were renting with Lillia. The porch light was on and both yours and her cars were parked out front. Tom pulled off against the curb, his headlights illuminating the otherwise dark street. “Thank you again. For everything.” 

“If it takes getting in a fight for us to have met, it will have been worth it.” He confessed smoothly, loving the way you looked away shyly. It was the whole hearted truth though. While Tom hadn’t taken any real hits from the guy earlier, he gladly would have if it meant he got to spend the night with you. 

“Text me when you get home, yeah?” Your hand went to the door handle and pulled it, cracking the seal on the door. 

Tom pulled his open as well and stepped out onto the street, “I’ll walk you up.” He insisted. 

You were inwardly astounded as you watched Tom walk around the front of the car. Until tonight, you had been almost positive this level of gentlemanliness only existed in Hallmark movies and smutty romance novels written by fifty-year old women. Yet here Tom was, walking around like the most beautiful man you’d ever seen and pulling open the door for you. 

“Coming?” He asked with a teasing tone, peeking down at you. 

He stepped aside so you could exit the car and he shut the door behind you, walking you all the way to your front door and standing aside while you unlocked it. When the key finally turned, unlocking the mechanism, you spun to face him, wanting anything but to leave his side. It had been so long since you felt so immediately enamored by someone. 

“Where have you been all my life?” You breathed out in astonishment, probably looking like a dumbstruck puppy but you couldn’t have cared less.

Tom chuckled, “Um, London? And then here?” He responded with the two obvious answers, knowing it wasn’t what you were looking to hear but loving the way you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Well I hope I get to see more of you in my life.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his round chocolate ones. He’s so much more handsome than you ever could have imagined now that you could clearly see his face in the light. 

You were both so close to each other that it was difficult to look anywhere but each other’s eyes. “I hope so too.” The tension in the air was growing thicker by the second and your own eyes flicked down to his perfect lips before back up to his eyes. “May I kiss you?” He asked, his voice low and husky. 

You could only manage a small nod and a quiet whisper, “Yes…” 

Your lips met in a gentle kiss- one that wasn’t full of passion or aggression. It wasn’t sloppy and full of teeth. It was slow, deep enough to be felt but chaste enough to leave more to be desired. He didn’t try to push you at all but he left you wanting more. The slight coolness from his snake bite added just another sensation to this already fantasy-like moment. Tom’s eyes slid closed as he tried to just lose himself in the feeling of your soft lips against his own. 

You were speechless when you both finally pulled away, feeling like you were floating on cloud nine. How could something so pure and gentle feel like the most passionate magical thing you’d ever experienced? 

“I’ll text you tomorrow.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, nearly against your lips. As much as he didn’t want to leave you, he didn’t want to overstay his welcome or make you feel pressured into anything. He had never been one for casual sex as it was and the last he wanted was to make you feel as if you needed to give yourself to him tonight. He took a few steps back and tucked his hands in his pockets before turning away. 

“When you get home!” You corrected as he took a few steps away. 

Tom breathed out a small laugh, “When I get home.” He agreed, “Have a good night, Y/N.” 

“Good night, Tom.” You watched him walk back to his car and waved at him one final time as he got into the driver’s seat and drove off down the street. 

[yarking]

Big Ol’ Honkin’ OC Question List-- List two! Also completed under the cut

A. Psychology

What of the Meyers-Briggs personality types they most fit into? INFP, ENFT, et cetera…

Last time I checked he was a istp, but that was before I even got to play him iirc.

What alignment are they? Chaotic neutral, lawful evil, et cetera…

Chaotic good (I tried to be neutral but I have no chill)

Do they have any emotional or psychological conditions? Are they aware of it? Do they try to treat it?

Fitz has a myriad of issues, most of which comes from his C-PTSD. He knows that he doesn’t “work” like other people do, and he wants life to be a little easier, but he’s just sorta guessing at how to do that. Mental Illness isn’t super well understood in Egra, especially stuff unrelated to warfare.

Are they a pessimist or an optimist?

an extremely anxious optimist. He hopes for the best but prepared for the worst.

Are they good at handling change in their life?

Not in the least bit

Does your OC tend to assume their interpretation of events and reality is correct, or do they question it? I.e., “I’m sure that’s what you said” versus “It’s possible I misheard you.”

A lifetime of gaslighting and being a bad judge of character (read: betrayal magnet) as lead him to seriously doubt everything but a few skills and his sense of danger.

Is your OC confident in their reactions to life in general, or do they get embarrassed or easily shamed for it? I.e., if something startles them, do they insist it WAS scary? When they cry, do they feel like they overreacted?

He will insist it was scary, but as a mask for his own embarassment. This is more about defensivness than his perception of his own reactions. I don’t think he’d think much about that, just how others will treat him for it.

Is your OC a martyr?

I guess technically, lol

Does your OC make a lot of excuses? For themselves? Others?

he’d call them “reasons”, but sometimes. Depends on what.

Does your OC compromise easily? Too easily?

Fitz is pretty terrible at compromising when it has anything to do with something he percieves as just or injust. He can think very black-and-white, but if it’s an a-moral decision he can be flexible.

Does your OC put others’ needs before their own?

yes, but more because he’s comfortable with deprivation

Does your OC have any addictions? If so and problematic, have they admitted it to themselves?

I’m not sure if you’d call hypersexuality an addiction, but I think he would if he was honest with himself. Which he’s not. He’s also an adrenaline junkie and needs a little bit of danger or else he gets too anxious waiting for something to happen.

Does your OC have any phobias? If so, where did they come from?

Fitz has tons of fears, though idk about any true phobias. He “is reasonably wary” of heights and needles “because they can be dangerous” and he’s flat-out scared of some forms of touch (especially when he’s not expecting it) and alcohol poisoning (the latter of which probably being his truest phobia. He won’t even take a drink.)

Is your character empathetic?

painfully so

Is your character observant?

+4 perception beyotch

Does your OC have to go through their own trials to learn a lesson, or do they listen and learn from observation and lecture? I.e., does your OC listen when someone tries to tell them the importance of budgeting, or do they have to go experience what happens if you don’t budget first?

When he was younger he was a bit more rebellious and disregarded advice as a means of acting out and testing his autonomy, but Fitz is usually surprisingly willing to listen and observe to learn. Whether he puts what he learns into practice or just chooses to make bad choices is a different mtter.

What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves?

When he was given his first edged greatsword, and then when he managed to use it to cut through a training dummy the first time.

Do they get jealous easily? Do they feel bad if they do?

YES VERY, and only if he recognizes that’s what’s going on. He will more likely feel guilty for trying to “keep” someone when they could be with “someone better”

What instantly irritates them or puts them in a bad mood?

Lack of empathy, especially when compassion would be at no loss to the person in question.

Are they harsh on themselves?

yup

Do they make excuses often?

he’d call it “reasons”

Is your OC intended to be found generally attractive? Unattractive? Average? Is there a reason why?

I mean, I think he’s pretty hot.

Does your OC place much importance on their appearance? Do they feel confident in it?

That’s super complicated. He’s confident until it matters.

What are some of your OC’s biggest personal obstacles? This could be emotional, physical, social… Are they aware of it? Are they trying to overcome it?

Fitz has had a rough time of it, and every time I make a choice for him IC, I make those choices through the lense of his trauma. He’s got a long way to go before he knows how to be happy, but he’s working on it.

B. Social

Do they believe you have to give respect to get it, or get respect to give it?

No. You start with respect, and you can lose it.

Do they get frustrated when lines at places like pharmacies, check-outs, delis, banks, et cetera, are moving slowly?

It depends on his mood. He can get irritated if he’s feeling anxious, and he’s anxious when he hasn’t done enough.

Under what situations would they get angry at servers, staff, customer service, et cetera?

Very obvious malicious intent, or gross apathy. It it’s something he’d be ashamed of doing himself, then he might get curt with someone.

Do they tip well? How easily can they be moved to not leave a tip?

They tip too much. Calm down Fitz

Do they hold doors open for people?

Nope, you got a working arm (in theory, even Var has at least one)

Would your OC let someone ahead of them in line if your OC had a big cart and the person behind them had very few items?

Yeah, probably regularly

How do they respond to babies crying in public?

Waving and making faces at it

Is your OC considered funny? Do they believe they’re funny?

I don’t think that’s my decision to make? I don’t know if he’d think he was funny, though. Probably not.

What kind of humor does your OC like the most? Slapstick, ironic, funny sounds, scare pranks, xD sO rAnDoM…

wordplay, sarcasm, irony

Does your OC find any “bad” or “mean” humor funny? Do they wish they didn’t?

Sometimes. He’s fine with gallows humor, but he doesn’t like man humor (unless they REALLY deserve it, such as Una).

Your OC is running late to meeting someone: Do they let the other person know? Do they lie about why they’re late?

They let them know and apologize too much.

Your OC orders something to eat and gets their order done in a pretty wrong way, something they can’t just pick off or whatnot to correct, or something major is missing. What do they do?

Eat it anyway. Fitz’ll eat anything. He might order it again and specify carefully so they get it right if it’s a specific thing he’s craving or bread

Do they have a large or small group of friends?

Fitz having friends is already assuming a lot, but probably small.

Do they have people they are genuinely honest with about themselves?

not right now, no

Does your OC enjoy social events, such as parties, clubs, et cetera..?

god no

Does your OC like to be the center of attention or more in the mix?

Fitz is more of a one-on-one kinda guy if he can help it.

C. Morality

Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it?

Fitz has a STRONG moral center based around minimizing harm. He takes it very seriously.

Would your OC feel bad if they acted against their morals? If not, would they find a way to excuse themselves for it?

As far as Fitzs is concern, his morals are his modivation. He wouldn’t have any reason to act against them, and if he did, then he’d reason that it was to minimize his own harm.

Is it important for them to be with people (socially, intimately, whatever) whose major ideological tenets align with their own?

It can be. He can be with someone whose less interested in morality and justice, but being callous in front of him is a MAJOR turn off

Do they consider themselves superior or more important than anyone else? Lesser?

Yes and no? If you asked him he’d say no, but he does hold his moral code up as very important, and can sometimes act very self-rightously and self-important as a result. He’s also got some privillage ingrained in him from his noble origins

Do your OC’s morals and rules of common decency go out the window when it comes to those they don’t like, or when it’s inconvenient? Aka, are their morals situational?

Those he doesn’t like are usually BECAUSE they cross his moral code. In which case, he might act against them as a way he percieved to enact “justice”. However, he can also mistake dislike of someone for them ACTING unjust, IE- someone rubs him the wrong way and he’s more susceptible to thinking they’re Bad People. He’s emotionally immature like that.

What do they do when they see someone asking for money or food? If they ignore them, why? If they help, how so?

Fitz would absolutely help them. If he’s completely out of money he’d help them steal something if need be; he doesn’t believe in people going hungry.

Do they believe people change over time? If so, is it a natural process or does it take effort?

He hasn’t really thought about that. People go in and out of his life quickly enough that he’s never had the occasion to wonder, really. He hopes people can, though. He’s trying.

Is your OC more practical or ideal morally? I.e., do they hold people to high expectations of behavior even if it’s not realistic for the situation, or do they have a more realistic approach and adapt their morality to be more practical?

I feel like practicality is built into his morality; if someone is starving then it is MOST moral for them to steal, even if stealing in other instances is not.

D. Religion and Life and Death

How religious is your OC? What do they practice, if anything? If they don’t associate with any religion, what do they think of religion in general?

Fitz thinks of gods like he’d think of a powerful politician: you can follow them and hope that their favor, but it’s usually at the cost of doing what they say. Fitz is fine without a divine sugar daddy- he prefers to be untethered.

Do they believe in an afterlife?

Yeah, cos that’s canon I think?

How comfortable are they with the idea of death?

Comfortable with it, not super wanting to experience it tho lol

Would they like to be immortal? Why, why not? If they are immortal, would they rather not be?

They’d want to be. Fitz is a survivor. If he would in any circumstance want to relinquish his life just for the sake of no longer having to live, he’d have done it by now.

Do they believe in ghosts? If not, why? If so, do they think they’re magical/tie into their religion, or are they scientifically plausible?

Again, pretty sure this is a canon thing

E. Education and Intelligence

Would you say that your OC is intelligent? In what ways? Would your OC agree?

Fitz is a sharp cookie. He’s fast at making connections and noticing patterns and enjoys learning things about the world. He knows he’s pretty clever, too. It’s saved his hide more than once.

Which of the nine types of intelligence is your OC strongest in? Weakest? (Linguistic, existential, naturalist, et cetera)

Fitz is probably naturally strongest in intrapersonal intelligence. Unfortunately, his upbringing has severely stunted this growth, so it hasn’t nearly reached its potential, and so people usually notice his bodily-kenetic, logical-mathimatical and verbal-linguisting before that.

How many languages do they speak? 

Two, common and dwarvish

Did they enjoy school if they went to it? 

They enjoyed their tutoring. Fitz loves engaging his mind or body in things, otherwise he’s miserable.

What’s their highest education level? Do they want to continue their education?

Not super applicable for him, but the knights did have a good internal education.

Do they enjoy learning? Do they actively seek out sources of self-education?

He does. Fitz’ll usually keep his mind occupied when he’s resting his body, and likes logic puzzles and games as well as reading fiction and nonfiction.

Are they a good note-taker? Are they a good test-taker? Do exams make them nervous?

No to all three. Fitz has a good memory and it more of a spatial learner, but he can get aggitated if he feels like he’s being judged.

What’s one of your OC’s biggest regrets?

the civillian kid, blackmoor and not running away sooner

F. Domestic Habits, Work, and Hobbies

What sort of home do they live in now, if at all? How did they end up there?

The brick house, a communal living thingy. That was our first arc lol.

What’s their ideal home look like? Where is it?

A big self-sustaining orphanage in the country

Could they ever live in a “tiny home”?

Sure, but he wants room for kids and vagrants

How clean are they overall with home upkeep?

he’d be a fucking mess if he lived alone at this point, but he’d eventually learn how to keep his space clean. He’d prefer it that way, but it’s something he’d have to learn.

How handy are they? Can they fix appliances, cars, cabinets, et cetera?

If he can’t figure out how to fix something by looking at it, he can’t. He doesnt’ have much experience needing to, though.

How much do they work? What do they do? Do they enjoy it?

Enough to ensure room and board. He was a guard, is now resting on his ill gotten gains. He likes being busy

What’s their “dream career” or job situation?

It was a knight, but he doesn’t know now

How often are they home?

off and on, he moves around a lot

Are they homebodies and enjoy being home?

Fitz likes being comfortable. He can do that in bed with a pile of blankets or out in a nice garden, or on a safe city street.

Do they engage in any of the arts? How good do you intend them to be? Would they agree they are?

Fitz would consider swords and sex art, and he’d agree that he’s pretty good at both.

What are some of their favorite things to do for recreation? How did they get into it? What part of it do they like the most?

Fitz likes tending animals like horses (and enjoys writing) and playing games like cards, chess and other strategy things. He also enjoys physically activities (sword training, fighting, sparring, sex, etc)

Would they enjoy a theme park?

oh FUCK yes, but he’d piss himself going on the tallest roller coster cos SCARY

G. Family and Growing Up

Is your OC close to their family?

naw

Who makes up your OC’s family, at least the more important members to them?

Fitz is to his knowledge an only child. His mother is dead, he never knew anything about his biological father, and his stepfather that adopted him was Not Nice

Does your OC find their family supportive? If not, what would be an example why not?

No, his stepfather is abusive

What kind of childhood did your OC have?

not? one? A very bad one

Did they go through any typical phases growing up?

he had a pretty stark rebellious phase as soon as he went with blackmoor

Do they have any favorite childhood memories?

playing in the family garden with his mom and going to the capitol when he was older and being able to explore the city while he stepfather was in meeting. Sparring with his sword

Do they have any childhood memories they’d rather forget or be less affected by?

That’s a really tricky question. Fitz wouldn’t know who he was if he wished away what hurt growing up. He’s not quite at peace with it, but I think he’s getting to the point where he wants to move on more than he wants to forget. It’s a long proccess

H. Romance and Intimacy

What is your OC’s orientation, romantic and/or sexual? Has it ever been a source of stress for them? Have they always been pretty sure of their orientation?

Fitz doesn’t really know “romance” vs “sex” really well. He would just say he’s into everything, but he’s quoiromantic and quoisexual. It wasn’t a point of stress, but he has wondered how abuse has shaped his sexuality, though he resents the idea that that’d be wrong. 

Is your OC a thoughtful partner, in whatever aspect of that you want to cover?

Fitz is incredibly proud of giving his partner pleasure

Does your OC believe there’s only one ideal partner (or multiple ideal if not monogamous) for everyone, or that there are many people who could be right? Fitz isn’t even sure that one person could be right, but he doesn’t really think about it.

Does your OC believe in love in first sight?

he believes in infatuation and crush on first sight

Does your OC believe in marriage (or their culture’s equivalent)?

Yeah, but he’s not sure it’s for him

Has your OC ever cheated on anyone or been cheated on?

sorta? he’s probably let people think they were more exclusive than they were, but he’s never intentionally lied or misled anyone. He doesn’t want to hurt people, but he values his freedom

What do they look for in partners? (Emotionally, mentally, physically..)

Red hair, and pretty voice, nice ass and legs and a strong sense of compassion and justice

What’s your OC’s idea of a perfect date?

Eating good food, sitting someplace quiet and comfortable and just talking. Preferably while cuddling. Sex is nice too

What are some things that your OC finds to be an instant turn-off in potential partners?

Callousness

I. Food

What are their favorite kinds of flavors– Sweet, salty, sour, spicy, creamy, et cetera?

Bread, sugar and meat

Do they have any eating requirements or preferences? Allergies, vegetarian, organic-only, religious restrictions…

Non alcoholic

Are they vegan/vegetarian (if their overall culture/species generally aren’t)? If so, why? Do they think animal products are wrong in all circumstances?

He doesn’t eat veal or lamb cos he thinks it’s too sad, but he also thinks that not eating meat isn’t a really viable option for people most of the time.

How often do they cook? Do they order out a lot?

They don’t unless they have to.

Are they a good cook?

They can follow directions, but he doens’t know how otherwise

Could they eat the same thing they enjoy over and over and not get bored of it quickly?

Yes. And this is ideal. Bread all day every day

J. Politics, Current Events, Environmental Aspects

Where does your OC stand most politically? What would they align with most?

Fitz comes from a monarchy. He doesn’t really see much of a choice.

How politically aware are they?

He knows law well, as he was training to help enforce it, but he doesn’t keep up with politics as he can’t influence it

How politically active are they?

Not really active, but he works on a small scale trying to help

Is your OC the sort to fall for fake news? If not, do they ignore it or make a point to clarify that it’s wrong?

Probably not, actually, but he’d ignore it

Are they or would they protest for a cause they’re passionate about?

HELL YEAH

How do they react to people whose political viewpoints are very opposite of theirs?

Seeing as his political viewpoint is “everyone should eat and have shelter and don’t be a dick” he’d probably punch them

How much interest in environmental health do they have?

He doesn’t care. Let the druids worry about that.

In reality-based or applicable worlds, do they believe in global warming? Do they recycle? ---

K. For OCs in Reality-Based Worlds Who Are Unusual in Paranormal Ways (such as magical abilities, being another species, having a curse like lycanthropy, sci-fi abilities, being from another time, et cetera)– Also for OCs where the scenario is similar even if their universe isn’t based on reality

nawp

L. For the Writer/Owner

How have your characters changed since you created them?

He’s a lot more passionate about justice than I expected. I thought he’d be more jaded, but I think Vekti woke something up in him

What do you consider the biggest themes in your character, if any?

Healing and Survival

Did you create the character to be like yourself, did they end up being like yourself, or are they very different from you?

I created him largely based on myself

Would you hang out with your OC if you could?

I’m not sure... I don’t know if we’d like each other irl

Which OC do you think is the most decent morally or behaviorally?  AKA, which is supposed to a “good guy”? Fitz

Which OC do you think is the worst morally or behaviorally? AKA, which is supposed to be a “bad guy”? Geralt

Which OC do you think is the most attractive? Geralt

What’s the longest you’ve had an OC for? nearly a couple decades

How did you come up with your OC? fuckin magic lmao